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Jill's Driving Lesson
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Jill's Driving Lesson
Jillian stood on the front steps next to her husband Ron and their children
and waved her in-laws good-bye. As the car left the drive she heaved a sigh
of relief. Ron's folks were nice people but one month and three and a half
days of having them as house guests would test any relationship. She and Ron
had barely had the time and privacy for ordinary bedtime lovemaking,
certainly not enough for the kind of noisy, time-consuming rambunctious
games they liked to play once a week or so.
Ron had also missed the hot fun he was accustomed to enjoying with his wife.
He had arranged with his brother- and sister-in-law to watch the kids while
he fixed that problem right away. "Okay kids, go on in and get your things.
Mike and Michele will be waiting for you guys." The three little imps dashed
into the house and back out in record time. "You guys wait in the car for
me. I'll be right out."
Jill looked askance at her husband as he firmly took hold of her elbow and
led her back into the kitchen. He led her around the breakfast nook and
dragged one of the stools out and placed it in a familiar area. She hadn't
known about the baby-sitting arrangements and suspected that a game was
about to begin. "Honey? What's this for? What did I do now?"
"Do you remember what today is?"
"Saturday... Oww, okay, okay, only kidding!" She jumped but not quickly
enough as his hard hand found its way squarely on to her soft fleshy bottom.
"All right, what is today?"
"Do you remember the day a couple of weeks ago when you picked Chrissy up
from dance school?"
"Oh." All during his parents' visit Ron had teased her by threatening to
spank her for every little mistake she made. She had almost forgotten that
she had made a truly big mistake and was in line to pay for it.
"Oh, indeed! I promised you there would be a day of reckoning as soon as my
folks left. I'm sick and tired of telling you about your driving habits and
I certainly draw the line at your running a red light with the baby in the
car and her not buckled in to boot. Well, Missy, today is your D-day." He
took her by the the hand and led her to the stool. Ron leaned his hard body
on the stool and, taking her by the hips, drew her between his spread legs.
He slid her sweater up under her arms and unsnapped her jeans. A honk of the
car horn reminded Ron of the kids waiting out at the car. Mindful the
children could get into all kinds of mischief when left to their own
devices, he quickly slid her zipper down and tugged the jeans off over her
rounded hips. Ron stood up and moved off to the side before tugging the
jeans all the way down to her ankles. He stood on the other side of the
stool and grasped her upper arms and pulled her forward into a face-down
position.
"I suppose this means I'm going to get a spanking," Jill quipped.
"Don't you remember what I promised you that night?" he answered as he slid
her into a better position. Her soft rounded belly rested on the cushiony
leather seat. Her husband pulled the sweater further up out of the way, and
as she wasn't wearing a bra that left her with a raspberry satin and black
lace g-string as her only covering between her ankles and chest. The
triangular scrap of satin and lace covered her furry mound but her backside
was left quite bare as the thong disappeared deep between her smooth ivory
colored globes.
Jill had a glorious bottom, Ron always marveled at its symmetry. He took one
cheek in each hand and squeezed them gently and jiggled the soft flesh. The
sound of the harsh car horn intruded on his enjoyment and reminded him he
had to see to the kids. Besides, he had to deal with Jill's much-deserved
punishment before any enjoyment of her luscious body could take place.
SMACK! "Spread your legs apart." His wife complied as best she could with
the jeans around her ankles. "Jill, you're to stay exactly like that until I
come back and think about what got you into this position in the first
place. Oh, and if I were you, I'd try to remember what's in the cards for
you today. You might want to prepare yourself."
Having long since remembered exactly what Ron had promised would be her
punishment, Jill spent the time nibbling nervously on her lower lip. She
shifted her weight back and forth, flexing her cramping muscles. "Dammit,
how long is he going to keep me here? It doesn't take that long to drive to
my brother's." For roughly twenty minutes Jill lay in that somewhat
ignominious position, waiting with belly resting on the stool and her fanny
up in the air. Then again, knowing what was in store for her maybe waiting
wasn't such a bad idea.
She had not forgotten how Ron had promised to give her a refresher course on
driving using the incentive of his very special paddle. Jill hated that
damned paddle and was truly grateful her husband rarely took it out. Of
course, when he did she was left feeling very sore for quite some time. The
tiny little holes in the business end left agonizing little bumps all over
her chubby behind. The thought of it caused a shiver to run up her spine and
her backside to quake in anticipation of its imminent lesson/punishment.
The sound of the car pulling up into the drive started her trembling. Jill's
eyes welled up as she detected her husband's happy whistling through the
closed door. She thought, "Damn him. He doesn't have to enjoy himself so
much." For a spoiled brat who had always had spanking fantasies but had
never been spanked in her life Jill had been thrilled to find a husband who
would dominate her sexually and understood her need for spanking as part of
her sex life. She also found unfortunately that she needed spanking as part
of marital discipline. No other form of communication seemed to get through
to her what Ron's requirements and limits were. Ron enjoyed both kinds of
spankings while she only enjoyed the sexy kind. Still, she knew from
experience that a punishment spanking the way Ron did it would get her
turned on anyway, and if she took it well she could count on a reward at the
end.
Ron went immediately to his wife's side upon entering the house. Her
beautiful fleshy posterior was goose-dimpled and the muscles rippled with
the strain of maintaining the uncomfortable position. He ran his strong
hands over the satiny flesh. He reveled in its velvety softness, loved its
pale ivory color, but he loved and admired it best when those glorious
cheeks were rosy red and hot after being "kissed' by his hard palm. A soft
moan from his wife brought Ron out of his pleasurable contemplation. "Well,
have you remembered what today's program is to be?" he asked as he patted
her buttocks none too gently.
"Yes, honey," she answered from her upside-down position. Peeking around the
corner of the stool leg, Jill look at Ron's stern face. The look was one she
was well familiar with. This was undoubtedly going to be a long afternoon.
"I suppose we had better get to it. The kids are due to be dropped off by
your brother in three hours. If we get right to it, we may just get you
straightened out by then!" Jill groaned, "Oh, shit!"
Ron began by removing her sweater completely, leaving her breasts free to
sway and jiggle during her spanking. He enjoyed that sight almost as much as
watching her rear end shake and wiggle about. Next, he removed her jeans and
socks, and then started to remove her only remaining piece of clothing, the
wispy raspberry thong. On second thought, he left it in place. It in no way
impeded what he had in mind for Jill and there was something very
provocative about her bent over with only a tiny triangular scrap of satin
and lace for covering in front.
Ron paused for a moment to take in the soft roundness of his wife's body. At
a time when most of the world was in love with women who were slim to the
point of having bones sticking out, Ron preferred her more voluptuous
figure.
Having wasted enough time, Ron placed his hand on the small of her back and
began to slap the soft cheeks with hard solid smacks. The first startled
Jill into an involuntary yelp, "Ow!" After that she settled down to accept
the hard spanking as her "just desserts" for the stupid thing she did. His
hand slap-slapped her bottom, alternating between the left and right cheeks.
After five minutes her buttocks had turned a blush pink and despite the fact
that she had a wealth of experience in accepting this sort of punishment for
her misdeeds, Jill could not keep silent.
At first each smack was met by a soft moan, "Oooh, aaaah...." Gradually they
grew more and more volubly expressive, "Oowww, ouch!!" Soon she couldn't
hold back from expressing her torment. Her shouts grew louder. Jill's small
legs kicked out in an effort to shake off the pain. Her buttocks shook in
agony as his hand found his mark unerringly. By the time he had finished
with her initial spanking her posterior was painted a glowing scarlet.
Jill was left draped upside-down on the stool sobbing out her misery while
her husband went to fetch a book and his paddle. The sight of that dreadful
paddle brought fresh tears and pleas for mercy from her. "Please honey!
Don't! Please, no paddle... please! I'll never do it again, I swear, and
I'll be very careful from now on... honest."
"I'm sure you mean that now, but I'm not convinced that you would keep your
word, not yet anyway." Ron shoved the small book under her nose. "Do you
recognize this?"
"Yes, it's Michelle's driver-education booklet."
"That's right. I borrowed it to see just how much you really know about
driving safety and the laws. Here's the deal. That little spanking was for
the sixty dollar ticket, and now we're going to have a little question and
answer period. How much more your behind gets whacked depends on how many
wrong answers you give me. After the quiz, we will have a small road test
preceded by a visit between your rear end and my paddle for endangering
Chrissy in that careless manner."
"No!"
"Yes, I'm afraid so." The questioning began and for about fifteen minutes
Ron fired questions and Jill fielded them as best she could. Not having
looked at a driving booklet in quite a few years things didn't go quite as
smoothly as she wished. It wasn't long before she was singing out her
distress at the further abuse of her hind quarters. In no time she was
wriggling about so much that Ron had to plant his foot on the lower rung of
the stool for fear she might topple it.
"What is the speed limit on secondary highways unless otherwise posted?"
"55?"
Smack!!!
"Oooochhh!!!"
"Unless otherwise posted the speed limit is 50. How far away from an
oncoming car should you dim your high-beam headlights?"
"300 feet?"
"OK, one right for you. When parking on an uphill grade with a curb should
you turn your wheels towards or away from the curb?"
"Towards?"
Crack!!!
"Owwww... Please, no more!"
Her bottom was taking on the color of a deep ruby wine and her voice
squeaked from the tears and constant protests.
SLAP... SLAP... SLAP... SLAP
"Don't! I'll be good, I promise."
At the end she was sobbing in misery. Satisfied he had covered enough
ground, both in the book and on her bottom, Ron enjoyed himself for a while
rubbing the blazing hot flesh. Jill's flesh felt almost scorched and even
his very gentle touch caused her to cry out in protest.
Eventually Jill gained control of herself enough for Ron to continue with
her driving education. He helped her to stand and supported her until her
cramped legs adjusted enough for her to be able to stand on her own.
"Okay honey, I want you to go and put on a dress, one with a full skirt. Oh,
and no underwear please," he instructed. Jill realized it would only go
harder for her if she dawdled so she quickly donned the first dress she
found in the closet and rejoined Ron in the kitchen.
"Now Jillian, I want you to stand in front of the stool, spread your legs
apart... widely apart... and grab hold of the bottom rung." Jill followed
his instructions even though she knew she would not like whatever he had
planned for her. Ron flipped the skirt up over her back and it fell forward
over her head. Her husband ran his hand over her taut flanks to gauge the
tightness of her skin in this position.
"Jill, I'm going to give you one-quarter of the punishment I promised you.
Then you're going to take that little road test. How well you do will
determine how much more of the paddle you get."
That piece of information caused Jill to attempt to leave her appointed
position. "No! Please, Ron, don't. I couldn't bear it. Please don't use that
paddle. I'll never be able to drive after you use that."
Ron pushed her back down and adjusted the skirt so that her view was once
again obscured. In this position she wouldn't be able to see what was
coming, making it all the harder to prepare for it. "Stay down or else young
lady! You've survived four little smacks with the paddle before and I'm sure
you will again." Paddle in hand, Ron stood on her left and placed his left
hand on her waist as insurance she would maintain her position. He drew his
hand back, rather than raise it up over her buttocks. Ron intended to place
the four swats on the tender buttock underside and upper thigh. The
sensitive areas Jill would actually be sitting on in the car.
THWACK!!! It cracked hard on her taut flesh.
"Nnnooooooo!!!!" Jill howled in pain. "Don't, please! Don't hit me there.
Please!!! I can't take it! You're killing me!!!!"
"One down, three more to go. I want you to stay down Jill or I'll just go
ahead and give you the whole sixteen."
CRACK!!!! The blow caught the soft underside lifting her up onto her toes.
"Ooowwww...." Mindful of her husbands warning, Jill kept her head down and
grabbed a tight hold of the stool rung, squeezing it as if it could absorb
some of her pain. Although she kept down, she continued to plead with him to
forego the rest of her punishment. Both lower cheeks were throbbing and felt
as if they had swollen to immense proportions. Each of the little bumps was
an independent little ache. They throbbed!!!
Actually, Ron was careful not to be too hard on his wife. He realized the
serious harm the paddle could do if not used carefully and he took great
pains not to give her more than was good for her.
SMACK!!! This one landed on the unblemished right thigh.
"Nnnoooo... God, no.... please not there!"
SMACK!!! The paddle kissed her left thigh.
"Aaaahhhh!!!! Stop, I'll be good!"
Ron knelt down and took her hands form the rung and helped her to stand up.
He took her in his arms and held her while she sobbed into his shirt front.
After a reasonable time for her to regain control, Ron raised her face and
wiped away her tears. "Okay, honey. It's over, at least for now. We are
going to go out for that drive, and if you do a good job there won't be any
more paddling. If not...."
Taking her by the hand like a naughty five-year-old Ron led her out to the
family car. "Now Jill, I want you to sit behind the wheel with your bare
fanny on the seat."
"Honey, I can't! My ass is killing me. I'll never be able to sit on it," she
cried.
"The leather should feel good what with the weather. It should be nice and
cool, just the thing for a roasted rump," Ron quipped.
Resigned to her fate, Jill tried to ease herself on to the seat only to be
reminded by her husband about his instruction. She glanced around to see who
might be around and then turned her back to the car interior before lifting
the back of her dress up to her waist. Carefully, she lowered her body down
on to the upholstery. The moment she made contact with the seat, she jumped
up and tears once more filled her eyes. Knowing only too well her husband
would not relent she made another attempt, this time trying to keep her
weight off the bumpy flesh. When this proved impossible, Jill bit down on
her lip and sat down, swinging her legs around under the steering wheel. Try
as she might she could find no way to alleviate any of the pain. The best
she could do was to shift her weight from side to side as the pain became
too unbearable.
Ron by this time had entered the car on the passenger side and amused
himself watching her little "dance." "We had better get started Jill. The
kids will be home soon enough and I want to have enough time to finish this
up before they get home." She knew better that to argue or complain any
further. Feeling less than confident, Jill backed the car out and for nearly
fifteen minutes she drove around the suburban town following Ron's explicit
instructions. Though she tried her best to be careful, she still had a few
problems such as stepping on the brakes a bit too hard when the ache became
too much. Ron wasn't too pleased at being jerked forward against the seat
belts.
At last the ordeal was over, she pulled up the drive and turned the car off.
Her make-up made ugly little streaks down her cheeks as the tears ran down
her face. Jill buried her face in her hands and leaned into the steering
wheel sobbing hysterically. Her behind had passed painful and gone on to a
numbness that was just as bad.
Sure she had learned her lesson, Ron lifted her away from her position
behind the wheel and cuddled her on his lap taking care not to press her
tenderized bottom down on his lap. He spent some time soothing her, kissing
away her tears. They were oblivious to everything but themselves and their
individual emotions. He held her laid out across his lap and gently rubbed
her vulnerable backside. While one hand soothed her bottom, his other was
busily buried between her thighs. Her labia and clitoris were swollen in
sympathy with her bottom, as he had expected, and her vagina was dripping
wet. She had even left a wet spot on the car seat.
Fortunately the drive was shielded from view by hedges, but Ron realized
that if they didn't get inside soon, they might be entertaining the local
police. For the second time that day he reminded himself his pleasure would
have to wait.
Ron waited until they were back inside the house before dropping the bomb.
As Jill made for the bedroom he stopped her in her tracks with, "We're not
quite finished yet, Jill!"
"Oh, no! Come on, Ron! You're not going to give me any more of that damned
paddle?"
"What was that young lady! You know better than to complain and talk back."
Tears filled her eyes and she nibbled nervously on her lip. "I'm sorry
honey. Please don't spank me any more. I've learned my lesson and I swear
I'll never drive carelessly again."
He finally relented somewhat. "All right, no more paddle, but I can't let
you off altogether. Even if I forget about the less than successful road
test, there is still the matter of your deliberate disobedience. This was
not the first time we have had to discuss your driving habits and I did warn
you before about it. Well, you go back to your corner and bend over the
stool in the usual manner while I think about it."
Deciding it would be better not to push him too far, Jill took up her
position in the corner. She raised her skirt in front and bent over the
stool, straddling the legs. She reached back and lifted her skirt in back to
display the crimson and white dotted cheeks. The position stretched her
tender skin to its limits. From her upside-down stance, she sneaked a look
at her husband. Seated in his usual chair, Ron contemplated those beautiful
blazing hot ass cheeks. Finally he appeared to have decided, but rather than
either allowing her up or continuing with the spanking, Ron left the room
leaving her there to wait.
Upon re-entering the kitchen Jill knew why. Ron returned carrying his trusty
enema bag. The sight caused Jill to groan out loud. "Oh, no, not that!" Her
husband ignored her and went about preparing the liquid which would be her
final punishment. The solution was one he had used in the past, very warm
water, mineral oil, and a bit of liquid soap.
For ordinary cleansing enemas her preferred to hold her on his lap but for
the punishment he preferred this more provocative position. Ron approached
Jill carrying the tube of KY jelly. He squeezed a generous dollop out on his
finger, spread her cheeks and massaged the gel around her tight anal rose
bud. The tiny puckered hole relaxed and gave way allowing his thick finger
to enter the confines of her tight ass. The greased finger slid in and out,
preparing the way for the enema nozzle.
Ron enjoyed this part of giving Jill an enema. He loved to jam his finger
back and forth in her ass, liked to feel her muscles tighten around the
digit in an effort to prevent it from entering her. He enjoyed fingering her
until she gave herself up to the sensations and began to move her pelvis in
the familiar rocking motion. He loved having her push her ass out to gobble
up his finger.
Finally, he tired of this pleasure game and reached for the enema bag. With
one hand he spread her cheeks. He laid the bag on her back and carefully
pushed the hard plastic nozzle into her reddened backside. Jill groaned and
wiggled her bottom a bit as she took it into her body. Once she was
"plugged" he lifted the bag and released the clip. The warm water flowed
slowly down the clear tubing and flooded her bummy. Jill hated his
punishment enemas almost as much as the spankings. As with the spankings, he
always found ways to make an ordinarily enjoyable act unpleasant. He varied
the solutions and the speed with which he administered the infusion and
always made her hold the liquid until the last possible moment, waiting
until her tummy was cramped to its ultimate limit.
Today was no exception. Jill squirmed and shifted about as the fluid filled
her bowels. Pressed against the stool, her tummy slowly ballooned up with
hot slick water. As she moved, it sloshed around inside her. As the muscles
began to cramp, she pleaded with him to "Please let me go."
Ron allowed her to stand up, but still withheld the much needed trip to the
toilet. Instead he held up her dress and caressed the bloated belly. Jill
pleaded to be allowed to go, but her husband kept her standing there. She
clutched her cramping middle tearfully and begged to be freed. Things
reached the point that Jill could no longer stand up straight but instead
bent over holding her badly cramping belly and reached back to place a
finger on her straining anal opening. "Please honey, if you don't let me go
I'm going to lose it and make a mess all over the kitchen." He at last
relented. Once allowed to, Jill ran to the bathroom only to be faced with
the prospect of having to sit on the commode. Her first attempt proved so
painful she jumped up but finally the liquid in her belly demanded to be
expelled.
When Ron entered the bathroom, the picture that greeted him was quite a
sight. His wife was straddling the seat backwards, holding her body up by
resting on the tank. Her bottom was blazing red, although it had faded a
bit, she was sobbing quite hard, and her pretty face was swollen and
streaked from all the tears. "OK honey, I think you've learned your lesson
now. Get yourself freshened up and join me in the bedroom."
In the bedroom he quickly undressed and pulled down the bed covers. His
stiff penis testified to his enjoyment of Jill's spanking and enema. Now
that the punishment was over he could take his pleasure with her. How, he
mused, could a husband best enjoy a freshly spanked wife who was hot for sex
and had a spotlessly clean rectum?
When Jillian entered she was naked and her face was scrubbed clean. She
smiled at the sight of her husband waiting for her on the bed. For almost
two hours he had been playing with her ass and pussy, now she was aching for
a good fuck. She lay down with her husband and felt his strong hard body,
his arms around her and his hands caressing her hot bottom cheeks.
"Ron, I love you. I'm sorry I'm bad sometimes, and I'm glad you take care of
me."
"You were a good girl during your spanking Jill. What would you like as a
reward?"
"Oh, honey, I want you to fuck me in every hole. I'm so hot I can't stand
it, I need you right now! Only one thing, I can't be on the bottom."
"All right, turn around and suck me while I lick you. I'm going to give it
to you every way you want it."
Jill slid down and immediately took his whole cock down her throat, she was
so hungry for it. While she fucked him with her mouth he dove into her sweet
muff, licking around her clit and fucking her pussy with his nose. He
relished the feel and sight of her red buns above him. All the stimulation
she had had that day had sent Jill to a high plateau of arousal, she was
obviously very close to orgasm. Knowing what to do to pull the trigger, Ron
reached down to capture Jill's nipples between his fingers, rubbing and
pulling them as he worked his tongue around her clit. In seconds she was
coming, filling the room with the sound of her sighs and moans.
When her orgasm subsided she languidly turned around to mount him. His cock
easily glided into her very wet cunt, and she sat all the way down on him
grinding her hips against him. She nestled her head on his shoulder and
savored the fullness, moving slightly from time to time. After a bit of a
rest she pushed herself up to smile at Ron. "That was delicious honey. I
want you to suck my nipples now - make your mouth nice and soft and you'll
make my nipples nice and hard."
As she moaned and swayed above him Ron sucked, licked and teased her hard
nipples, back and forth from one breast to the other. He used his lips and
tongue and lots of wetness. "Oh honey, that's great, you're driving me
crazy." said Jill. "When you do it like that it goes straight to my clit -
it's like you're sucking my clit at the same time. Oh, I can't stand it."
She reached down to finger herself as she ground her hips, fucking his cock
as deeply as possible into her cunt. Soon she collapsed on his chest,
mashing her tits around as she kissed him deeply.
Ron stroked her hair as she rested and said, "I can't hold back much longer
babe. If you want it in the rear it's now or never."
Jillian moved off so Ron could sit up. "Oh yes, Ronnie... fuck me in the
ass. I want to feel that big cock stretching me, filling me up." She got on
her knees and rested her head on the mattress, one hand between her legs
playing with her pussy.
Again Ron admired the sight of her well-spanked bottom as he retrieved the
KY jelly. As before he used his fingers to apply the lubricant and tease her
anus open. He loved listening to her coo with pleasure as he rubbed her back
with one hand while the other helped her tight orifice relax and open for
him. He finger-fucked her with a single digit for a minute and then asked,
"ready for two?"
"Yes..." sighed Jill. She had two fingers in her own pussy and rubbed her
clit with her palm.
"Push out now, open up," said Ron. His two fingers slid in easily. "Squeeze
down on me honey, that's right, try to hold on to them." He slowly slid them
out as he felt her muscular ring clenching down. "Now push out again." Her
anal ring softened and loosened as he slowly pushed in again. "Hold on
again.... Now push.... That's right, keep it up." Again and again he made
her tense and relax her sphincter as his fingers slid in and out. He added
more jelly from time to time, making sure she was thoroughly lubricated
inside and out. "You're doing great babe, your ass is so warm, your hole is
getting so relaxed and open."
"Oh Ron, fuck me now, I'm ready for it, I really need it, do me now honey."
Ron smeared an extra handful of lube on his cock, and knelt behind her,
rubbing his cock up and down between her cheeks. "OK babe, here it comes,
nice and slow." He placed the head at her entrance and held it there.
"Ahhhhh," she sighed, and wiggled her hips. He pushed forward slightly and
then pulled back, just nudging the opening, "knocking at the door" as he
called it. On the fourth knock she opened up and let him in. The head slid
past her sphincter and he paused. Her anal ring clenched and relaxed,
clenched and relaxed.
"Give me a good squeeze honey," Ron urged. "Ahh, that's nice. Hold it, hold
it, as long as you can. Mmm, mmm." When he felt her relax he pushed again.
This time she took him all the way in, right up to the root. Holding her
hips, he pushed into her depths. He held still, feeling the delicious warmth
and tightness of her rectum around his cock, feeling her glorious freshly
spanked globes against his belly.
"Oh Jilly, milk me now," Ron begged. He began to slowly fuck her ass, and
she met his rhythm with contractions and relaxations of her hole, tightening
as he pulled out and relaxing as he pushed in. "Oh that's great honey, I'm
really close now, you're gonna make me come like that oh, here it is I'm
coming oh ah ah mmmm."
Jill had been frigging her clit, keeping herself on the edge just waiting
for Ron. "Ronnie, oh it's so nice, I'm so full, fuck me now honey, oh, I'm
gonna come again.... ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...."
Rolling to the side Ron cuddled his beautiful wife from behind as she fell
asleep with his cock softening in her ass.
The sound of a car pulling up into the drive caused him to leave his wife to
her much needed rest. He got up and dressed quickly. The door swung open and
a pretty strawberry blonde little girl ran in and launched herself at her
father. Chrissy, of all the kids, was the most like her mother in looks,
personality and temperament. She wrapped her little arms around her fathers
neck and asked quite innocently, "What did you do while I was gone, Daddy?"
Ron smiled indulgently at his little princess. "Oh, Mommy and me went for a
ride."
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